After discussing some details of the operation with several silver-ranked embroiderers, Zu'an hurriedly left.
However, he did not go directly back to Zishan, but instead went to the Prefect's Mansion.
It must be said that this prefectural governor's residence seems to be much more heavily guarded than those in other places, perhaps due to the influence of the Prince of Yan.
Of course, these guards were far inferior to those of the Prince of Yan's residence, and Zu An was already very experienced in this kind of thing, so he quickly found his way to the outside of Prefect Zhang's bedroom.
"Who!" Zhang Jie was, after all, a prefect of a prefecture, and since Zu An hadn't bothered to conceal his presence, he instantly sat up in bed, looking warily out the window.
Zuan glanced at the alluring young girl beside him and thought to himself, "This guy's got some tricks up his sleeve. He's got a whole bunch of pear blossoms overshadowing a crabapple."
But in this world, which regional official doesn't have a few concubines?
Therefore, he didn't care too much and said in a deep voice, "Gold Medal Eleven!"
Zhang Jie was startled and quickly stood up: "Eleventh Master, please wait a moment."
The concubine, who had been woken up in the middle of the night, was initially a little upset, but after being glared at by him, she dared not say another word.
Zuan didn't go inside; instead, he stood in the courtyard admiring the moon.
Fortunately, Zhang Jie didn't keep him waiting long; he soon came out wearing a coat.
"Is there some imperial intention behind His Excellency's visit so late at night?" Zhang Jie asked cautiously.
Instead of answering directly, Zu An asked, "What is Lord Zhang's opinion of the Prince of Yan?"
Zhang Jie hesitated for a moment before replying, "The Prince of Yan is loyal to the country and guards a region for the court..."
Seeing that he was trying to fob him off with platitudes, Zu An sneered, "But according to my investigation, you and the Prince of Yan have been at odds for a long time. Doesn't that prove that you are disloyal to the court and even hinder the Prince of Yan who is in charge of the region?"
Zhang Jie panicked: "Your humble servant is terrified! In fact, it is because the Prince of Yan is arrogant and domineering, and has overstepped his bounds in many ways in the provinces. Your humble servant is loyal to the Emperor and cannot stand by and watch this, which is why I have had many conflicts with him."
Although his official rank was higher than the other party's, the gold medal and embroidered robe often represented the emperor's will, which left him no choice but to be fearless, hence his self-description as "your humble servant."
"Tell me about the transgressions you have committed," Zu An said noncommittally.
Zhang Jie hesitated before asking, "Eleventh Lord, does the Emperor also intend to question the Prince of Yan?"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Zu An retorted directly. Given the special status of the Embroidered-Robed Envoy, it would be inappropriate to explain every little detail.
As expected, Zhang Jie was not too surprised, and then respectfully recounted some of the overstepping of authority by the Prince of Yan over the years.
"Do you have any evidence?" Zuan asked.
Zhang Jie shook his head slightly: "There are some witnesses, but based on these things alone, it's probably difficult to convict the Prince of Yan of any serious crime. On the contrary, it will affect the relationship between the local authorities and the Prince of Yan's residence, making future work even more difficult."
Zu An smiled enigmatically: "It seems Prefect Zhang is quite keen to convict the Prince of Yan of a serious crime."
"Your humble servant is terrified!" Zhang Jie hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Tomorrow, find an excuse to lure the Prince of Yan out, the farther away from the Prince's residence the better," Zu An said after probing him for a while.
Zhang Jie was startled. This old fox could naturally guess what was going on. Could it be that the Eleventh Lord was going to enter the Prince of Yan's residence?
However, having learned his lesson, he dared not ask again and could only say with a worried look, "Reporting to Lord Eleven, I have been at odds with the Prince of Yan for many years and may not be able to get him to come out."
Zu An said calmly, "As the head of a prefecture, you have fought against the Prince of Yan for so many years without falling. Don't tell me you have no way to win."
Zhang Jie took out a handkerchief again to wipe the cold sweat from his temples: "This humble official will try his best to find a way, try his best to find a way..."
Zuan knew that this old fox had already agreed by saying that, so he nodded and disappeared into the night sky.
Gazing in the direction he left, Zhang Jie murmured to himself, "The Golden Embroidered Robe is indeed unfathomable, especially this Eleventh Lord..."
After leaving the prefect's residence, Zu An headed straight for Zishan.
I had so much to do today that even with my lightning-fast speed, I didn't get back to Zishan until late at night.
Instead of returning to his own residence, he hesitated for a moment and went directly to Yan Xuehen and Chu Chuyan's residence.
It's not appropriate to make a direct announcement in the middle of the night; otherwise, rumors and gossip will inevitably follow.
So he had secretly slipped in earlier.
As soon as he opened the window, a gleaming sword appeared before his neck, and a voice as cold as ice rang out: "How dare you!"
Zuan instinctively shrank back, and his opponent was clearly surprised by his quick reaction, thrusting his sword forward in the process.
"Sister Yan, it's me!" Zu An introduced himself in a low voice as he hid behind her.
Upon hearing his voice, the longsword paused: "It's you?"
Then the voice grew even colder: "Shameless!"
Anger from Yan Xuehen: +777 +777 +777...
After the daytime arena battle, Yan Xuehen felt quite unsettled, so she spent the whole night meditating and cultivating.
She had just noticed someone spying on her when she assumed it was some audacious lecher from one of the nine sects of Taoism doing something immoral. Little did she know it was Zu'an.
This guy sneaked over to Chu Yan in the middle of the night, deliberately choosing to come before dawn when everyone was sound asleep. His intentions were obvious.
"You've misunderstood. I didn't come to see Chu Yan; I came specifically to see you." Zu An gazed at Yan Xuehen under the moonlight. The moonlight shone on her white dress, as if shrouding her in a hazy veil. It must be said, even when Sister Yan is angry, she is still so beautiful.
Upon hearing that the caller was specifically looking for her, Yan Xuehen was taken aback, then became both embarrassed and angry: "What do you want from me in the middle of the night? Get lost!"
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